Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1887-11-03
SET IN DIAMONDS.
PV Charlotte NJ. Braeme.

Lord STAR was inst little puzzled as
to how he should proceed; he was quite
Diet rininad 10 see her the end, he de .
clared to himself, justified the means.
lie was III SCRABBLE. his daughter uncom-
Portable; wretched sense of mystery
and perpleNity hung over them all, and
it could only be relieved by the identifi-
eaton of this woman.
had long interview with the
govel nor. Captain Mayne; he told him
that his sole idea was to identify the
woman, and the tovernor agreed with
the lawyer, that as the prisoner had
declined to see him, his only resource
Was TO have glimpse of her as he
passed down the prison corridor, as he
could ses her through the grating of the
cell DOR
de consented to it at last, and that
July after. Don, while the sun shone
over the land and the world rejoiced in
music and fragrance, he went along
the gloomy corridors that led to the
cell of No A. The matron was with
him and the governor. He had taken
with him the two lockets; he hardly
knew by; he had taken with him the
letter written so long ago, in which his
wife Marguerite, Lady Stair, had hidden
him farewell.
he matron came behind him and
silently opened the small slide through
which one could see the cell and its
occupant. She stood silent for one half
moment, them move aside gently, with
look on her face as though she had
seen something that was pleasing and
be Iutiful
Slowly she made way for him. Lord
Stair could never. 10 after days, explain
or express the curious sensation that
came over him as he took her place. A
figure, seated where the light from tho
small window fell upon her, woman's
figure that, in spite Of the stiff prison
dress, was full Of gracious lines and
curves. He watched it for some min
utes with dazed eyes; there was no
sound; the governor had turned away;
the matron was watching him intentlv
as he watched her. Slowly, with soft
sweet grace, the woman rose. She
turned from the window TO the table.
Then it seemed to h m that he must
have suddenly gone mad, for out OF the
shadow-the soft luminous shadow -
he saw clearly and distinctly, advancing
'oward him, his wife Marguerite Stair
There was the beautiful face, the soft
rings of golden hair, the eyes like wet
violets, there was the beautiful mouth,
with its sweet urves For one moment
Lord Stair thought he had gone mad.
His wife she was UNCONSCIOUS of his
resence and stood looking at some
work that she held in her hands.
Marguerite Marine. fair almost as
when he had first seen her in the garden
of install, but with such sadness in her
face and eyes as he had never seen
He tried to cry out, but his lips were
closed and dumb; they had grown
white and cold; he could not open them.
1t was Marguerite Nairnel Why
should the memory of the scene in the
garden at install come back to himp-
why should the symphony of Bach's
seem to ring through his heart and
brain; lie could almost feel the light
touch of the acacia leaves as hey fell;
he co Ii hear his own voice saying.
Il will take the risk Of your happi
ness and your life i will answer to
Heaven for them
That was what he had said-those
were the words he had registered in
Heaven, and the words that stood there
against him even then.
That was his promise this the fulfill
ment. He would take the whole re-
sponsibility of her life and happiness
she was here in prison cell.
He would have laughed aloud at his
madness il those white locked lips of
his could have opened. His wife Mar
guerite was dead; he had Sc n her lying
dead in that CHASTITY room at Clife
Station; he had followed her to her last
resting-place in the family vault at
Cliffe
Who. then, in Heavens name, was
this woman with his lost wife's fair face
and eyesP